Brando and his squire dismounted from the gargoyle and saw Roman and Freya's pale face in the alley, especially the latter who was glaring at him hatefully. But he found it funny that the Goddess of War was afraid of heights. When he thought of her pale face in the sky, she was no different from the girls in his previous team.
"Alright, I'll explain the current situation." Brando was afraid that Freya would settle the score with him, so he spoke first.
Freya saw through his trick and lightly snorted. She turned her head away, too lazy to argue with him.
"We have already delivered the news, whether they accept it or not is up to the nobles. What we need to do now is to find Roman's aunt and escape from Fortress Riedon before Madara attacks. But that won't be easy." Brando waved his hand and had the gargoyle fly up to the roof to observe the surroundings. He had been experimenting with talisman incantations since night fell, and finally found one that he could use.
But he was still lacking an offensive incantation.
"Freya and Roman are registered militia, so your relatives in Fortress Riedon must have a record. If we contact Roman's distant relative, we might run the risk of being discovered, especially when we don't know if the other party is reliable. "
"Then won't Aunt Jenny be in danger?" Freya turned her head and asked.
Brando glanced at Roman, the latter didn't say a word and was playing with his clothes.
"Overall, the enemy has some time to react, but if we move like a swarm of bees, the chances of failure will be higher. To save time, we need to split into three groups and confirm what each of us should do. "
He took a deep breath and subconsciously brought out the demeanor of a team leader in the game. But in the real world, Brando couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he was in charge of other people's lives.
His gaze paused on the three of them, and he pointed out:
"Freya, contact Roman's relatives."
"Me?" Freya pointed at herself in surprise.
"Yes."
"But I only know that he lives in Ponuo Market. I don't even know the exact number. Besides, I don't even know where Ponuo 'an Market is. "The ponytailed girl looked troubled.
"You can ask. The Ponoan Market is nearby. There's a bar called 'Red Copper Dragon Story Club' after you walk out of this alley. You can go there and ask for information. " Brando suddenly smiled. "But be careful. The mercenaries in the bar have dirty hands and feet. Don't get taken advantage of."
Freya's face flushed red, and she glared at him fiercely: "You … … Shameless!"
The Shire chuckled at the side, thinking that his lord was quite interesting. It was rare for nobles to visit such a vulgar place like a bar, but it seemed like he was very familiar with the kingdom's affairs. Wizards always liked to hang out with smart people, especially those who were knowledgeable. Of course, this young man was no exception.
"After you find that woolen merchant called Hood, don't reveal your identity. Give him a time and ask him to meet us at the bar. You have to pay attention to his reaction and you will know if he is reliable. If you find traces of the army, don't worry. Before they know our relationship, they will not act rashly and alert the enemy. They will also want to have a chance to catch us all in one fell swoop. "
Freya thought for a while, as if to confirm if she could do it, and then nodded.
"What about me, Brando?" Roman blinked and asked.
"Roman, help us contact a carriage and wait for us at the North Gate. There are only two hostels in Fortress Riedon, so they might be monitored. If you find something wrong with one of them, change to the other. If there is something wrong with both of them, go to the North Gate alone. No matter what, we will leave when the gate opens at dawn. If we are lucky, we might be able to leave before the lockdown order is issued. "
Romaine nodded straightforwardly.
Then Brando took out the money he got from the noble's belongings and divided it into two portions: "Both of you might need money for your actions. Here are 30 silver coins, half for each of you is more than enough. If possible, Roman, you can buy some food as well."
Romaine nodded seriously.
"What about you, Brando?" Freya asked.
"You will be under a lot of pressure if you act alone. The White-Mane army might intervene at any time. The Shire and I will go visit a few 'old friends' to attract the attention of the guards in Fortress Riedon. "Brando replied calmly.
Only the heavens knew how much determination Brando put into this sentence. His belief was that he could control the risks, just like when he passed through Xavier's Mountain Pass. That was because he was confident that he could guarantee the safety of Roman and himself. He never thought of himself as a savior or a hero.
'Even a meticulous plan has the possibility of failure, not to mention the probability of success when you stake everything on a single throw.' This sentence was given to Brando by his old leader in the game, and it was also his motto.
But this time, even he didn't know how big the risk was, but he had promised Roman in Bucce. As a man, sometimes he needed to be stubborn. Brando felt a kind of motivation that made his blood boil, supporting him to calm down and complete this task, to fulfill his promise.
"You're crazy, Brando!" Freya heard the hidden meaning in his words and stared at him with wide eyes: "You, you will be hanged, what do you want us to do?"
She suddenly felt that her words were ambiguous and explained with a red face: "What I mean is, I don't want to be a bandit with you … …"
Brando suddenly felt that this girl who didn't mean what she said was a little cute: "It's okay," he said: "I will invite you to join us, if there's a chance." He thought that there would be a chance, but how confident was he to convince the future Goddess of War?
"There's no chance," Freya said bitterly: "You and Roman should go together, I'm worried about her."
"No need, I believe in the little Roman."
Romaine raised her eyebrows, secretly happy.
Freya was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She thought that this guy knew that she was worried about him, but he just had to force her to say it. What was even more infuriating was that even if she said it, he wouldn't listen.
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you." She lowered her head and used her hand to push her ponytail behind her back: "You, you be careful."
Romaine gave him a small 'Everything is okay' hand signal and even waved it around. This was something she learned from Brando in the past two days: "I'll wait for you at the North Gate, Brando! The future merchant's carriage will only move once Brando is in it. "
Brando's heart skipped a beat when he heard this and smiled.
*****
About ten minutes later, in the White-Mane army's barracks — —
"You said you didn't hear anything?"
Luc Beson picked up a broken piece of wood and pointed at it: "From the degree of shattering, it's at least at the level of a first rank warrior. A Black Steel Swordsman broke through our White-Mane army's prison and you tell me you didn't hear anything? "
Luc Beson, who was known as the 'Tiger', was 45 years old this year. His skin was dark and his forehead was sharp as if it was carved by a knife. His high cheekbones were half of the mountain people's bloodline. His cheeks were flat and skinny, and his deep eyes had a hint of wildness. Luc Beson had been promoted to the 104th Swordsman Regiment Commander for ten years. If he wanted to be promoted, he would have to rely on his reputation and experience in the army.
However, Luc Beson was politically inclined towards the Everton faction, which was the so-called Revival Party. Furthermore, it was a fact that the White-Mane army had already completed the process of privatizing Count Pula, and he was no longer welcomed in the army. But this didn't stop him from showing off his authority in front of his subordinates. 'Tiger' Luc Beson was not one of those nobles who got in through the back door.
The general's words immediately made the few officers look at each other, especially the one who was on duty tonight. His face turned red. White-mane infantrymen wearing Randi uniforms and pointed helmets walked in and out of the room. Compared to the guards, the biggest difference in their uniforms was the white wolf feather hanging down from their epaulets.
This unique ornament was to commemorate the glory of the White-Mane army during the 'Battle of Jadins'. It was also how the White-Mane army got its name.
"If the opponent is a Highland Knight, his acolytes would be able to do the same." Someone said.
"To the White-Mane army, the important thing isn't what your opponent did. The important thing is what you did. Ten minutes of reaction time, are you a militia? "
Luc Beson's reprimand made everyone speechless.
At this moment, a military officer entered the room with his attendant. He held a sheepskin parchment in his hand and reported: "Commander, we have checked the information of the Bucce militia. There are indeed people named Freya and Roman in the records, but the young man named Brando doesn't seem to be from Bucce. "
Luc Beson was not surprised. He tapped the table with his finger and asked, "And then?"
The attendant walked closer and whispered something in his ear. Luc Beson nodded. He asked again: "What is the attitude of the King's messenger?"
"The Count did not say clearly, but it seems like he is hinting for us to execute him on the spot." The military officer replied.
Luc Beson was slightly stunned. The King's messenger would go against a commoner? He rubbed his chin, trying to decipher the hidden meaning, but before he could do that, the whole room was already buzzing with discussion — —
"Is that so? But why would that old man go with a commoner?"
"I think he is interested in those two women, that old pervert."
"A jester, I saw him admiring the Elven sword with my own eyes."
"A country bumpkin who has never seen the world." Someone sneered.
Luc Beson immediately slammed the table to stop the messy military officers. Just as he was about to reprimand them, another person pushed the door open. It was the messenger outside.
"Commander, the local parliament is on fire."
"What a good diversion," Luc Beson could not help but curse. He immediately stood up and ordered: "I will give you ten minutes to gather the second and third squadrons as soon as possible!"
Rows of military officers stood up.
He then pointed to the other side: "The two of you, go and monitor the target. Ma Kuilin, your mission is the hostel. You know what to do, don't alert the enemy. "
The three people who were called out lowered their heads and did not dare to hesitate. They immediately turned around and left.
"Commander, what about Lord Seiber?"
"No need to remind him. Those fellows must be running off to court the king's emissaries, and they must be on one side or the other, don't they? '
The commander's words made the room filled with low laughter.
(PS: Chongqing has become a rural area. There is no electricity every day, and the electricity only came back at 7 today.
Seeing so many people saying that two chapters a day is too slow, I have the urge to vomit blood.
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